Rogers is concentrating a lot harder on not snapping at her superior officer about how her question had nothing to do with starship Anglo-power science cruisers whatever, thank you very much. There's a noticeable tick in her jaw.
Steve. A Captain Rogers, Captain America, who's a man.
Wouldn't Colonel Phillips have leaped for joy.
And that thought brings her down again. One thing the Colonel and the Agent in front of her have in common? They both outrank her. Steph's jaw might set, stiff and contained, but her words are clipped without being insubordinate.
"Yes, ma'am, I noticed the diversity."
Bit hard to miss.
"But I guess you're seeing even more than I am." Steph shifts in her seat, uncomfortable, and crosses her ankles beneath the chair, forcing herself into a calmer posture. And hoping it bleeds its way into her mood. "I recognize you just fine from the-- the world I know."
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Steve. A Captain Rogers, Captain America, who's a man.
Wouldn't Colonel Phillips have leaped for joy.
And that thought brings her down again. One thing the Colonel and the Agent in front of her have in common? They both outrank her. Steph's jaw might set, stiff and contained, but her words are clipped without being insubordinate.
"Yes, ma'am, I noticed the diversity."
Bit hard to miss.
"But I guess you're seeing even more than I am." Steph shifts in her seat, uncomfortable, and crosses her ankles beneath the chair, forcing herself into a calmer posture. And hoping it bleeds its way into her mood. "I recognize you just fine from the-- the world I know."